Sabal Gallo Cloonan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Whispers of Treason” by Sabal Gallo Cloonan

Submitted to Contest #254

In the opulent ballroom of Thornfield Hall, the air is thick with whispers and the scent of fresh roses. The year is 1672, and the hall is alight with the golden glow of candle chandeliers, casting long shadows across the faces of the nobility. Amidst the sea of twirling gowns and coattails, Lady Isabella Cavendish finds herself in the arms of a mysterious stranger, Lord Edward Fairfax. As they join the dance, their hands touch lightly, and the connection is electric. The music swells, a complex harmony of violins and harpsichords, as Edward...

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“The Time Weaver” by Sabal Gallo Cloonan

Submitted to Contest #253

The city of Veridian Peaks was a cacophony of movement... a symphony of hurried footsteps, blaring horns, and neon lights that painted the night sky. It was a place where time raced forward, leaving no room for pause. But Evelyn Frost was different. Evelyn had discovered her ability as a child, during a chaotic moment in the bustling marketplace. She had reached out to grab an apple, and suddenly, everything froze... the vendors mid-shout, the pigeons suspended in flight, and the raindrops hanging in the air. Time became her canvas, and she ...

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“Matt Tron: Bounty Hunter” by Sabal Gallo Cloonan

Submitted to Contest #165

-Warning: This story has gore, abuse, murder, language, and the mention of guns. - Breathe. Just breathe; Matt told himself as he was about to finish his sets of weightlifting. His body was sore from the heavy lifting he had been doing for ten hours straight with no sleep. It had been two months since the incident that took his family from him happened. “Those damn Corrupts,” he said with a grunt. “But it was all my fault.” Corrupts were people you didn’t want to mess with, but with Matt’s luck, he had a tangle with them a couple of we...

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“Reaper's Oath” by Sabal Gallo Cloonan

Submitted to Contest #163

Marthet stood there over a man who had just taken his own life. He knelt beside the diseased body and shook his head after pulling back the hood on his cloak. A black bird landed near him and titled its head in different directions before flying away. Marthet stood up straight and waved his scythe over the body, allowing a blue orb to appear from the dead man. “Who, who are you?” the blue orb spoke in fear. Marthet rolled his eyes and leaned against his scythe, waving a hand. “I am a pale death. Why did you take your own life?” The blue f...

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Author bio

Although my story is interesting, it's not finished yet! Music Shop Owner and freelance writer.